“Lost” I feel the confusion in your kisses. Open mouthed and adrift. A beauty when your sweaty, you drive my madness swift. A desert expedition, a traveling caravan. I’m a gypsy in your harem, a crusader in your land. Your heart is fixed in…
“Pity Party” Incessant drone of failure. You cultivate a rage within me, for your fight is continually a fevered race to who has it worst? You win. I have work to do. You vandalize my empathy. You spit a vast vigorous venom into my…
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